Capítulo 66: Chapter 66 - Coming Clean II
"I don't know…" Ron frowned and focused back at her. He turned his hand and clasped it with hers before inching closer to her. "Please don't get angry about what I'm about to do."
"Wha—"
Ron suddenly pulled Amelia with him to lie down, her body over his chest.
His large frame supported the tall, slender, slightly fuller body due to pregnancy, with ease. His strong arms grabbed her waist and hugged her tightly as her face rested on the crook of his neck.
"I… I need this… Somehow… Something warm, rather than all that chilling talk about death." He mumbled and looked at her face just a few inches away from his.
He knew this was absolutely wrong, but he didn't know who else to go to. Fleur was too immature. Only Amelia had the brains, and also a history of intimacy with him.
Amelia sighed, her surprise fading away. She looked at his eyes intently as she caressed his face. Somehow she noticed the subtle changes in him, his maturity starting to show its charm. Perhaps it was the things he had to face, or maybe the endless chase for his life, she didn't know. She was just grateful he still had that kindness in him.
"Me too." She muttered. "And perhaps this…"
Her soft lips placed a kiss on his cheek, gentle and warm. Ron could feel the care and affection she had for him, but he couldn't help but want more. Being trusted, needed, wanted, so close that warm feeling would wrap around him like a shield from all the chaos out there. Perhaps, just not feeling "alone" in all the muddle.
Ron started kissing her cheek, going lower to her neck as he raised his head.
Amelia closed her eyes, allowing him to worship her pale, soft skin with his lips.
"You know… I know this isn't right, but for some reason… I'm really into you." Ron shyly confessed, caressing her covered back with both hands.
"I can feel it," Amelia blurted.
A bit wide-eyed, Ron realized that his cock was as hard as a dragon's horn. The hill on his pants was pressing against Amelia's covered core. Even with her legs straight on top of him, his mischievous erection found its target.
He embarrassingly smiled. "Well… It is what it is."
Amelia chuckled faintly with a subtle smile. She suddenly spread her legs, placing each knee at Ron's sides, and straddled his lap while still leaning on him. Her magnificent, maternal breasts squished between them."Perhaps it is, Ron."
She suddenly kissed him back. This time, she didn't hold back with a gentle peck. Her tongue recklessly parted his lips, digging into his heated mouth. Ron loved her hot mouth and the scent of whiskey present on her tongue. He chuckled inside, wondering if she was under stress too. Perhaps this was her way of forgetting the outside world too.
His hands started to slide down her small back, kneading her fleshy bottom and tasting her fuller figure. His fingers danced lightly, pulling up her dress bit by bit, letting the ends crawl up her smooth thighs.
Slowly, the hem of her dress came up, and his hand found the tight cotton pantie she was wearing. Without waiting, his hand slipped under the waistband, finally getting to feel her skin on his palm, caressing it like a treasure.
He gripped her fleshy, shapely ass, letting his digits sink in the heat of her softness. At times, his fingers came dangerously close to her back hole, but it was all without a thought. All he wanted was to melt into her scorching tenderness.
Their heated kiss turned even more passionate and hot as Amelia raised her chest a little without stopping for air, and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Soon, she playfully licked his neck, leaving butterfly kisses in her wake while she moved her lips to his naked chest, going lower and lower. All the while her hips moved back and forth, grinding for more attention.
Ron could feel his body shivering from the kisses, ticklish but arousing nonetheless.
When Amelia reached the lowest point she could, she sat back and looked at him intently, plain face, but a little flushed.
"Ron… You don't have to do this if you don—"
"I want to!" Ron blurted without a second thought. "I'd love to!"
Amelia took a deep breath and looked away from him.
In the next instance, she pulled up her gown from over her head entirely. Her nursing breasts were naked, shapely, and much larger than what he remembered.
He couldn't take his eyes off her body as she sat there on top of him, wearing nothing but her pure white cotton panties. No wonder they were now tight, her tender hips were full, gently sloping in all the right places.
Noticing his gaze, she covered her brazenly exposed mounds with her arms, slightly averting her eyes.
"Don't stare…" She muttered.
"Why?" Ron couldn't care about being wrong now, as he could already feel the craving drying out his throat. He quickly grabbed her waist and turned them both around. He placed her on the three-seater sofa, and quickly took off his shirt and pants.
All the while he admired her face, her slender, tall frame, some wounds on her shoulder, and her heaving, honey-soft peaks. At last, he got rid of his underwear too, revealing the rigid, sizeable, veiny cock. His tall shadow loomed over her body as he knelt between her parted legs.
"I've… Put on weight… After Edgar…" Amelia felt his rigid source of heat rest on between her legs as Ron inched closer to her, but she still couldn't look at his expression.
Ron pulled down her panties, letting the tip of his fingers glide down her smooth, silky legs. Finally, he got a view of the curly mound of tawny hair. He couldn't care less how she looked down there since he understood a lot more after Fleur told him stuff about giving birth, stuff he wished he could forget.
He looked at her face and noticed expectation, flusteredness, and pursed lips.
"I think…" Ron started as he aimed his stirring manhood at the cave of wonders. "You're gorgeous!" He continued, pushing his cockhead past her flushing petals.
Amelia was a little startled at how far his cock could stretch her. His heat caressed her damp walls until they were soaked. He moved so slowly and lovingly that she could feel every inch brush against her sensitive spots.
"Ummmm…" A moan escaped her lips as Ron's length reached just a little below her belly button, so deep and thick.
Ron't didn't move fast and frantically this time, letting his cock stay there as he soaked in all the blissful throbbing of her inner walls. He wanted to enjoy this time they had together, comfort, and fulfill her needs as she did him.
He leaned down over her body and caressed her cheek with his hand.
"You're beautiful," he said and kissed her glossy lips.
"Brave," he said, licking the crook of her neck as his fingers danced over the scar on her shoulder.
"Wise," he added, cupping one of her breasts in his hand while his lips moved to tease the other. Ron continued to tease her nipple with his sucking lips, his hips gradually started to move back and forth, grinding slowly into her pelvis.
"Ohhh..." Amelia could do nothing but moan, her arms gently hugging his head as her hips replied in rhythm. The embarrassment she felt as her body had changed slowly melted away by the heat of his body.
Ron kept moving slowly, submerging himself in the heavenly kneads of her pussy while listening to her melodious mews. Every inch of his cock could feel the delightful pulses of her pelvic muscles, milking him with greed. He groaned into her marshmallowy flesh, almost wanting to bite into her. However, he stopped himself when he felt some milk leaking from her nipple.
"Ohh.. Ron…." Amelia cried out his name, letting herself go.
Ron felt his cock twitch a little, the thought of her calling out to him excited the swelling in his loins. So, he leaned forward onto her even more, pressing her breast with his chest. He kissed her lips, claiming them with gentle bites.
With a sudden hard push, his entire cock landed inside her, only to resume faster than before, slapping his pelvis every time he reached her deepest spot.
"Ummmhhh!" Amelia abruptly moaned harder. "Yes, like that…"
She likes this? Ron wondered if Amelia wanted him to be a little domineering, something he never thought of doing with her.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!" She cried each time his cock collided with her tightening flesh.
Ron couldn't control his craving now, as each of her cries sounded like pleading, wanting him to go harder, faster, stronger. His cock urged him to go deeper, his thirst taking over. He straightened up a little, placing both his arms under each of her knees.
Letting her jolting breast squeeze between her knees, her ass went higher and he plunged in deeper. She almost folded under him, pressing his weight on his hands behind her thighs as his cock plunged into her.
He dove in deeper and deeper, his cockhead spearing deep until the mouth of her cervix. He could feel her loins tightening even more around his cock. He gripped her lower thighs tightly, leaving finger marks on her flesh.
"Ah!! Yes! … so deep! Ah!" Amelia muttered as her feet dangled up in the air.
Her ass jolted on the couch cushion every time Ron thrust in, her body shivered as her toes curled and her nails scraped over his arms. In a blinding, pulsing moment of release, her climax started to ooze, engulfing his struggling manhood with the warmth of her loins.
Seeing her satisfied subtle smile, Ron finally let go of her legs, leaning down once again to kiss her blushing face as his cock kept moving. "See… you are beautiful."
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